Today I went to the bank. My bank branch is at our local mall, just a few blocks east of me. It's a terrible mall, dingy and dark and dreary and dull. (Isn't alliteration fun?) Only half full, most of the retailers in the mall are independent shop owners, but a few franchises have moved in too. Here you can buy groceries, get a tan, buy your prescription drugs, do your banking and find a realtor to help you buy or sell a home. I don't do a lot of shopping there. It's the kind of place I go if I run out of milk or cash, I might buy stamp or browse in the consignment clothing shop. Yes! Consignment Clothing Shop!
The shop has changed owners a few times over the years, which is sort of apt for a business named Carousel Consignment, and the current owner decided to go upscale, which is both good and not so good. You know the clothing will be quality and in good condition and there will even be new things in the store but the prices went upscale too. Still, they are cheaper than new clothes on sale so it's worth having a peek. I like to have a look once every couple of months and I will probably come away with something if I go in and spend enough time to try things on and I tried on many things today. It wasn't terribly difficult to decide that tomato red jeggings are not for me, the pretty purple dress was just a wee bit too tight, the cropped jacket nice but not my style so I won't wear it, the sun dress didn't flatter me it just sort of sat there and the pretty plum coloured skirt was too short. As in, I won't be bending over at all today short.
But I did come away with a blouse and a pair of shoes. The shoes are nearly new, possibly only ever worn indoors once. They are Rockport and very comfortable, meant for walking or standing in all day. Sensible shoes, yes, but I prefer sensible shoes. And I love loafers. The colour is a bit odd. It looks brown with a bit of a purple undertone in some light and dark taupe at other times. This doesn't worry me a bit. If the colour turns out to be awkward leather shoes are quite easily dyed.
Since foot models only show their feet, she declined to model the blouse so here it is on a hanger.
I'm rather proud of myself for being choosey. There was a time when, excited by a bargain and not sure of my own style, I would have come home with everything. For now, I'm tired of experimenting. I have my opinions about what flatters me and what doesn't and I know what I feel comfortable in and will actually wear. Would Rhoda wear that blouse? Perhaps. The shoes? I doubt it. But Shawna would.